Salute To The General

Chapter 160 Are You Happy With The Punishment

Behind Russell Crow were several high-profile Directors, such as the Head of the Investigation Unit

and Traffic Management Bureau. Harry Wilson's father, Felix Wilson, stood among them as well.

Harry often used to accompany his father to visit Russell Crow, so they knew each other.

He was completely dumbstruck seeing Russell Crow along with a group of directors. "Mr. Crow! What

are you doing here?”

Russell immediately walked past Harry without even giving him a glance and stood in front of Nathan,

apologizing fearfully. 'Tve found out about everything that had happened here, Mr. Cross. I'm sorry for

the trouble.”

Oh God!

The Mayor, Russell Crow, is treating Nathan Cross with so much respect!

Many inside the room were bewildered including Luther Chuss and William

Harrison. Even Penny gazed at Nathan in disbelief.

But Nathan didn't seem to show Russell any mercy. "Since you're aware of what's going on, I'd like to

see how you intend to handle this issue and give your citizens the justice they deserve!"

Russell nodded fervently. "Yes, sir. I'll take care of it right away."

Harry and his men were utterly dumbfounded. "What in the world is going on, Dad?” he asked

arduously while gazing at his father.

across the face hard and yelled with anger, "You troublemaking

wanted to start a food

well, you're here selling

spoke. He picked up a wooden chair and threw

son. "I'm going to kill you

the ground while covering his head, screaming

beat his son with the

beaten to death by someone else for all the

caused!”

harsh and lifted the chair high up, but

in no

slightly. "Mr.

said while panting, "Don't try to stop

for all the

show Felix put on all this

him laugh out loud.

turned to

lips curled into a faint smile as he gazed at Felix

someone up!"

What?

at Nathan in

same chair next to Felix. "Actually, it should

said with

that, he raised the chair and slammed it against

Bang!

chair broke, and so

"Arghhhh!"

pain resonated

than the blows he

hands while gazing at the man screaming on

your fake liquor,